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The grin he
passed her was nothing short of wicked. His brows lifted, and his lip curled up
at one side. “Yes, and yes. Don’t worry,
alainn
. You will see
firsthand.”

When
Vivienne returned to Cedar Creek, she felt…
accepted
. She and Conall had
been back for only a few hours before people began showing up. Zahira, Verity,
and Latriel, she’d expected. The Elders had been her champions since her
arrival. However, she had been surprised when some of the women who’d avoided
her like the bubonic plague showed up with fruit-baskets, meats, baked
goods—anything, really. Gifts. For her. When they first had arrived, she’d
smiled and said she’d give it to Conall when he got back. The women been clear:
it was for her, not their alpha.

Too shocked
by this turn of events, she simply smiled and nodded as they each came and
filed out. Some made small talk, others were quick about it. Zahira and Verity
remained with her for most of the day. Both Elders seemed highly amused at her
plight, but they were not as shocked as she. They explained it was because
Vivienne had proved herself worthy of the title of alpha bitch by fighting and
defeating Samia. Still confused, Zahira had grinned and explained that while
Conall was alpha and responsible for the entire pack, the female who wore the
title of alpha bitch was similarly responsible for the female pack members. She
led and they followed. Vivienne was sure there were still things she did not
understand, but had been grateful when evening rolled around, and every other
female left.

She headed
upstairs to the bathroom and quickly showered, washing her hair in the process.
As she stood under the cool, calming spray, she thought of her family.

They’d
returned to Westchester, since there was no need for the safe house. As
Nicolette had promised, Evelyn had been waiting for them when Sloan drove up to
her family home. Even her father was there. Cassie had explained when she’d
awoken that Charles had been sent to another safe house before she and Evelyn
were attacked. There had been tearful hugs and kisses, and an awkward moment
between her father and Conall, with her father trying to intimidate a man who
was hundreds of years older, and she didn’t even want to contemplate how many
times stronger. Vivienne laughed at the memory. Her father had been fine with
Conall the human, but ever since Evelyn had let him in on the secret of the
different species, and that Conall was one of them, of the shape-shifting
variety, he’d turned into an
I’m-gonna-clean-my-gun-and-tell-you-about-my-collection-of-silver-bullets type
of dad.

Conall
hadn’t seemed afraid for one moment, but he’d humored her father, which only
made her love him more. All in all, her father seemed to like him. Vivienne had
even seen a smile from Charles when he thought no one was looking.

A slight
sound pulled her from her thoughts. Someone had entered the bathroom.
Instantly, she tensed, the darkness within her surging instantly. Moments
later, she picked up on a scent. Clean, male, and hers.

Conall.

Large hands
closed around her middle, and a familiar body pressed up against hers.

Easy,
alainn
.

It took her
druid a few moments to retreat, to realize that Vivienne’s terror was uncalled
for.

He nudged
at her neck comfortingly before placing soft kisses along her shoulder. The
water was growing chilled, and Conall reached out turned the knob for more
heat. Vivienne’s breathing gradually evened, but she remained tense.

Relax,
alainn
. No one will take you from
me again.

With one
hand securing and comforting her, he used the other to get her body-wash.
Splashing a generous amount into his hand, he put it back on the shelf and
began lathering her. His fingers moved over her breasts, lathering them longer
than necessary, before he brought them to her neck, her shoulders, the
indentation of her back, her buttocks.

“Conall?”
Her voice was calm, relaxed.

Yes,
alainn
?

“You’ve
been massaging my butt for almost five minutes now.” Amused, she turned her
head to smile at him.

Is that
so,
alainn
?

“Yes, it
is,” she returned with an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve neglected my legs, and my
arms—”

He leaned
close to whisper directly into her ear, “There is little tension there,
Vivienne.”

The water
was hot. Conall was hot. And yet, she shivered.

“Where do I
have tension?” she asked, feeling her throat go dry.

His hands
squeezed at her ass once more, and she bit her lip and braced her palms against
the shower tiles. The action had only enhanced the other type of wetness
between her thighs.

“Here….”
She resisted the urge to scream as his hands traveled up her back to her
shoulders, and then settled over her breasts. Looking down, she marveled at how
perfectly she fit the size of his hands. He squeezed gently, and then harder,
tweaking at her nipples. She whimpered. “Definitely here….” His hands left her
slick flesh, and she was turning to face him when they slid around her hips, to
the tops of her thighs.

“Do I have
tension there too?” she asked breathlessly.

Not yet,
alainn
.

It was a
delicious promise, one to which she’d intended a reply. Conall’s hands robbed
her of her speech, however, when they moved between her legs.

She moaned
loudly.

“You carry
most of your tension here,” he growled low in her ear. He cupped her tightly,
and she breathed hard, gyrating against his hand. She could feel his large,
bobbing erection at her bottom and wished he would dip lower and let it between
her lips.

“You should
give it a massage then,” Vivienne managed, groaning when two of his fingers
pressed up against her button and began to make slow, circular movements.

Conall.
I want you so much. Please, I don’t think I can—

“Don’t
think you what,
alainn
?” Despite his questions, Conall’s tone told her
he was as affected as she. When he began growling in that low, possessive
voice, she knew.

Don’t
tease me.
That was
what he was doing. Again. From the slow massage he was giving her to the fact
he was leaving her empty of him. He was being a tease. Leaning down, he bit her
shoulder hard, wringing a startled but pleased cry from her.

Conall,
don’t. Not tonight.

“What,
Vivienne? What don’t you want me to do?”

She’d had enough.
Vivienne turned so suddenly she broke his hold before he knew she was moving.
Confused for a split second, he did not protest as she pushed him against the
shower tiles and slammed her lips against his. As her tongue slid past his
lips, he grabbed her waist before kneading her ass. She grunted, and bit him. Blood
exploded into both of their mouths, and Vivienne slid hand between their bodies
and clasped him. Her nail grazed him lightly, and he felt his beast rush
forward in anticipation, moments before he regained dominance.

Vivienne,
wait!

No. I
want you, Conall. All of you.

Lowering to
her knees, she pulled him into her mouth, using her other hand to touch
herself. Conall’s hands found her hair even as he groaned at being cocooned
between her soft lips.

Something
was different. He could feel it in the way she thought, how she acted. His
beast sensed it, wanted it.

Vivienne
….

Coming to
her feet, she kissed him, a rough kiss that had him pushing her against the
tile and dragging her leg up to his waist. Vivienne only moved with him,
groaning at the roughness of their actions, smiling when he tried and failed to
regain control.

He’d buried
his cock halfway into her body when she pushed him back. Confused, he glared at
her.

Shaking her
head, she sent dots of water flying. “I want your beast, Conall.”

Her eyes
faded to black before flashing yellow. He watched, the man in a state of
shocked stupor but the beast understanding, as she knelt and placed her hands
to the tile, getting into the perfect position.

Lowering
her head, she shifted her gaze to his, and licked her lips. Once more, her eyes
flashed yellow, and he struggled to make sense of it. They hadn’t cleared
that…he still didn’t know how…but at the moment, he couldn’t think. She wanted
the beast. The beast wanted her.

Talons
erupted where nails had been and his canines lengthened to the point of
overlapping his lips.

Yes,
Vivienne moaned directly into his
mind.

The hair on
his body lengthened and a snarl curled his lips.

Vivienne
felt her muscles clench in anticipation. She hadn’t thought it possible, but
his cock expanded, and then he was covering her.

A rough
hand secured her, slipping almost painfully around her belly as he buried his
face in her hair and neck, and took a deep breath. His legs kicked hers farther
out, and then she felt him probing, seeking. His cock brushed against her ass,
slid down to her lubricated lips, and then he rammed forward.

“Ah!” Had
she been human, Vivienne was certain she would have passed out. It was intense,
both pleasurable and painful in a way that curled her toes.

She closed
her eyes and her fingers curled into fists against the wet tiles. He released a
grunt, and withdrew, only to shove back into her. Her head bobbed along with
her body as he continued. Tears stung her eyes, but she was so turned on, so
close to coming.

His hand
released its death grip on her belly to toy with her nipples. As a talon grazed
her sensitive bud, she moaned, screaming again when he thrust back into her.
His hand moved to her shoulder as he pulled her back on him with each of his
punishing thrusts. She didn’t know how much she screamed. Her throat felt raw.
As his sex grew larger, she thought she’d pass out. She almost did as her
orgasm rushed her, pulling frustrated moans and grunts from her, and something
that was part howl, part growl from his lips.

The thrusts
continued. Vivienne closed her eyes and let herself feel. She was slipping, her
upper body lowering to the tile, when his fingers tangled in her hair, and pulled
her back up.

“Ow!”

He eased
immediately, but didn’t release her hair. His other hand pinched at her nipples
as his entire length came into her body. She reached back, digging her nails
into his hip.

Ohmigod.

And he
wasn’t finished. Bracing both taloned hands on the tile besides hers, he began
to jab at her. Her second orgasm surprised her, sneaking up behind her and
knocking her down. Her picked her up again, and continued. The next one came
when he bit her. Her eyes had been rolling back in her head, she’d been
speaking gibberish. His cock was tunneling as if he’d just begun and they
weren’t an hour in, and then he’d growled and bitten hard. She came, shouting
her release and passing out, content.

Vivienne
awoke to a wicked soreness between her thighs. Reaching down immediately, she
cupped herself as she reached for Conall. That hand came away empty and she
opened her eyes. It was still dark, but her developed sight allowed for seeing
in these extraordinary conditions.

Conall
stood by the window, fully nude and staring out. It was easy to access his
mind, and she slipped in like a shadow, wanting to know what troubled him. He
was replaying what had happened in the bathroom. Vivid images of her under him,
at his mercy. And then came the images of him picking her up, drying her body,
and placing her under the covers. Not before he’d branded the cuts and bruises
that were already slowly fading from her near flawless skin to mind.

“Conall?”
she whispered softly, pushing onto her elbows and staring up at him. As he
turned to face her, she read the regret in his eyes and shook her head.
Removing herself from the bed, she approached him and wrapped her arms as far
as they could go around his torso. He was a large man.

“Go back to
sleep,
alainn
.”

She shook
her head once more, kissing his muscular back. “I trust you with my life,
Conall. I know you would never hurt me.”

He turned
quickly, catching her against him, before setting her back, and touching her
hip, her upper thigh.

“You have
marks, Vivienne, scratches, and bruises—”

“I wanted
all of you, Conall,” she replied, lifting her eyes to his. A smile hovered on
her lips. “And you gave that to me. Thank you.”

He blinked
down at her before turning back to look from the window. “I hurt you,
Vivienne—”